I, George, the boss of the farm, was napping on my porch when I smelled the aroma of oatmeal.
“Emma must be cooking oatmeal,” I thought.
I went through the cat door and locked it behind me. I went to the table and saw all the food.
I, George, the boss of the farm, was napping on my porch when I smelled the aroma of oatmeal.
“Emma must be cooking oatmeal,” I thought.
I went through the cat door and locked it behind me. I went to the table and saw all the food.